Tokyo Barrister: Start the law firm bankruptcy

Chapter 671: Another Wave
"Tell me what happened." Kitahara said.

After nearly two hours of crying, Sakagami's emotions gradually stabilized.

In Sakagami's heart, her brother was the best person to her. Because of this, she could not tolerate such a close person dying in an unclear way.

In the cubicle of the Internet cafe, the light from the computer screen illuminated the two of them.

Sakagami swallowed, sorted out his feelings, and then spoke:

"My brother, his name is Kiyoshi, and he was admitted to the School of Public Policy at Hitotsubashi University. He is a very fair and trustworthy person, who takes good care of me and is very friendly to everyone. Moreover, he is very capable. He does not study those empty theories, but issues that are closely related to the lives of citizens."

"After graduating from university, my brother Seiji joined the secretary's office of the Diet as an office affairs specialist. His main job was to handle some administrative matters, such as finalizing some details in the schedule of members of parliament, such as the on-site layout for the ribbon-cutting ceremony, contacting guests, etc. Another responsibility was to investigate and research issues of concern to the public."

"My brother used to be a sunny and positive person," Sakagami said. "But since he started working in the parliamentary secretary's office, I feel like he has changed."

"He worked until very late every day before going home. After about two or three months, I could clearly feel that my brother Qingsi was in a bad mood. At first, I didn't pay much attention to it. I just chatted with my brother as usual to help him relieve his mood. I thought my brother was just too busy at work or under a lot of pressure."

"Then I realized something was wrong." Sakagami's eyes were full of regret.

"About a year after my brother started working, I sometimes found him talking to himself at home, or writing something on a notebook. They were all illegible or strange symbols. I asked my brother Qingsi what he was talking to himself or what he was writing in the notebook. He didn't answer me at all."

"My brother is coming home later and later."

"Later on, returning home at 3 or 4 in the morning became the norm," Sakagami said.

When Kitahara heard about this time to go home from work, he was a little skeptical. Congress work is indeed busy, but it is too unusual to say that the workload is so heavy that you have to go home at 3 or 4 in the morning. Unless it is close to some special holidays, or some important occasions and events.

"Are you sure that your brother Seiji works in the office in Congress until 3 or 4 o'clock?" Kitahara said.

"Once, I went to see my brother at around 8 o'clock. Although some people were working overtime in the National Assembly Secretariat, there were not many people. However, my brother was not working in the office, and no one knew where he had gone."

"Afterwards, when he returned home, I met with him once on the weekend to discuss the issue. However, he still chose not to say anything."

Kitahara listened to Sakagami's words and fell into deep thought. He was not in the office.

Could it be that Qingsi went out for a social event with someone?
However, to say that he partied every night and socialized until the early morning was too much for an office affairs specialist.

"Then, I noticed that my brother was becoming more and more withdrawn," Sakagami continued. "Originally, he would play indoor soccer with his college friends every two to three weeks. My brother loves soccer, and he would go to the indoor soccer games whenever they were scheduled. But gradually, he stopped playing soccer."

"He was at home and locked the door."

"Just like I am in this cubicle in the Internet cafe right now."

"Until one afternoon." Sakagami seemed to be still terrified as he recalled the horrific scene, "My brother suddenly told me with a grim look on his face that the reason he felt so miserable was because he had been struggling with whether or not to make a decision."

"What decision?" Kitahara asked.

"My brother, Seiji, said that he discovered that a big shot in the Congress might have engaged in illegal profiteering, and he was very hesitant about whether to expose it," Sakagami said. "To be honest, I don't like any official, including these so-called representatives of the citizens. At the time, I told my brother not to report it. This place is a place where gangs eat gangs, and it's only more gangster-like. Don't think that anyone will do you justice."

"At that time, my brother listened to me and was silent for a while. But then he said to me, 'If we do nothing, will we just let these people do whatever they want?'" Sakagami said, "At that time, my brother Seiji's expression was really serious. He really seemed to want to report that big shot."

"However, when I asked him who he wanted to report, he refused to tell me."

"Finally, he told me that he had kept the important evidence in a bank safe and would tell me when the time came," Sakagami said.

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"I regret it very much. I didn't realize the seriousness of the problem at that time." Sakagami said, and his mood became excited again. "Only one month has passed since that afternoon. My brother was found hanged in an old apartment! I don't believe my brother is a person who would commit suicide, I don't believe it!"

"After a search, the police said that my brother was diagnosed with a mental disorder in the hospital before his death, and the possibility of homicide was ruled out. Later, I also specifically looked at the records of my brother's medical treatment in the hospital. Some of the descriptions and records of my brother's words in it are completely different from my brother's speaking style. I don't believe it is true at all. This so-called diagnosis record of mental disorder must be made up. If my brother went to the hospital, he would definitely tell me!"

"I told the police that my brother might have been killed because he wanted to report someone. However, the police told me that after investigating the office, they found that my brother actually suffered from a mental disorder a few months ago and had fabricated situations and made complaints in the office mailbox of the National Assembly Secretariat several times. In fact, his colleagues already knew about his abnormal situation. Because he had a diagnosis record of mental disorder in the hospital, the superiors tolerated it and did not deal with it. The police said that the office later arranged a more leisurely position for him so that he could recover as soon as possible."

"But I don't believe all this." Sakagami said, "The things my brother wants to report must exist. It's impossible that they are imagined by psychological barriers. Those materials must still be kept in a safe deposit box in the bank. I believe my brother. He must have been killed by someone in Congress!!"

(End of this chapter)